Fine China with a filthy sense of humor
Upcycled Grandma Dishes. Made in the 303.
The Origin Story (2017: The Great Escape)
Nattyology started as an exit ramp. In 2017, I was suffocating under a stressful career, an evil boss, and a string of shitty dating stories that could fill a library. I needed out. I needed art as therapy. I needed a place where my twisted sense of humor and my creative chaos could finally run wild.
Right as I was launching this "self-indulgent experiment," I met a goofy photographer who became my forever guy. He helped me lug my very first tent to the French Nest Market in Fort Collins, bonded with my mother over a hot dog, and watched me sell thousands of dishes over the next eight years. All of this and I only managed to write exactly one blog post? My marketing department sucks! Oh, wait. That’s me.
Loved by Ghosts.
The Heartbreak (2024: The Man of Honor)
While I was busy building a life with the love of my life—buying the house, moving my sister in, becoming one big wacky Colorado family—I just assumed my gay best friend (my Will to my Grace) would always be there and in the thick of it all. He’d always complained about dying (he was dramatic like that), but I thought we had decades left to grow old and grouchy together. And if need be, we’d ride that convertible off the cliff together, Thelma and Louise-style.
But life has a cruel sense of timing.
Just as I was finally getting married and stepping into my own "happily ever after," Dan was being diagnosed. He was supposed to be my Man of Honor at my wedding—the person who knew exactly how far I’d come to get to that altar. He was too sick to stand on the mountain next to me. He died just a month later at the age of forty-eight.
The Haunting (Present Day: The Studio Ghost)
A year has passed since Dan died, and I’m finally back in the studio. But I’m not alone.
He is right there with me. I can feel the impatient eye-rolls, the crossed arms, and that rhythmic, judgmental shaking of his foot. His "High-Functioning Type A" spirit is currently screaming at my soul to get my shit together.
"The memorial Coffee Table book is going to sell in shops and you’re missing the window, Natasha. Also, you need to write the movie. We went to your famous Hollywood friend's wedding, and dammit! She owes us a table read. You know I was born to be a star. Now I’m dead. Let’s make it happen."
He’s a brat. He’s a legend. And I miss the fuck out of him.
Turning 50. Writing a Book. Finishing the Movie.
The Mission: I’m Turning Fifty!
So, here we are. I’m almost at the fifty-yard line—the age Dan swore he’d never see. I’m honoring that deadline. I’m writing the script. I’m publishing the book. And I’m making the Mean Dishes that keep his snarky spirit alive.
Every piece I save in the 303 is infused with our dark humor, a heavy dose of post-college drama, and funny stories from along the way. It’s art. It’s therapy. It’s a side-caper on every dish.
Strap in. It’s going to be a beautiful, messy, hilarious ride. And don’t mind the ghost in the tight pants. That’s Dan. He’s just here to critique my writing and the lighting.
Stop by for the jokes. Stay for the chaos. Laugh Until You Ugly Cry.
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